The Journey Home

25 - The Storm...

Eileen

There are days in which you know your whole life is about to change. It's hard to tell those days apart from regular days until you reach that moment- that pivotal moment in which your whole world freezes, and the world never seems to spin the same again.

I've had several of those days in my short years. Some of them were happy moments. The day that my daughter was born was the happiest day of my life, despite my dire circumstances. From there, the next happiest day of my life was the day that I allowed myself to feel something with Alex. The night I was first his. The weeks we've spent together, those are the days that have been worth it.

You think that this happiness, this joy, is never ending. You pray that it won't slip away. But it would be life if there wasn't obstacles, if there wasn't any pain.

As many happy days I've had, I've also had some full of heartache. No details are needed for those; they all revolve around Gerald and my dad. But the day that everything changed, the day my life ended, that's when I realized I had never felt true pain.

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The sun is shining bright, as it always does when I am with Alex. He was staring at me, yet again, with that flirty smile of his.

"Good morning, babe," he murmurs, placing a gentle kiss on my lips. He lingers there for a moment, before kissing me once again with more passion. I wasn't sure what made him kiss me like that, but I let myself feel his love, everything that he was giving to me.

"What is this for?" I asked, feeling how his hand went down and traveled between my legs.

"I want to pleasure my woman," he said huskily, burying his face in my neck. "There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"

I tried to say no, but all that left my lips was a small moan. Alex chuckled softly, as he begun his mission. My eyes closed, while I heard his soft whispers of love.

"Alex..."

"Mm, si bella?"

I moaned. He was bringing out the Italian part of him which he knew was my weakness. I felt him enter a finger inside of me and all I felt like I was flying, until he spoke.

"Sei molto sensibile quando ti tocco, amore mio."
(You are very sensitive to my touch, my love)

When my eyes opened again, he was fixated on my face, as if memorizing each and everyone of the reactions he was causing in me.

In just the month I'd been living with him, he had managed to make me feel comfortable in my own skin. He made me feel beautiful, not just when he touched me or when we made love, but also when he would randomly glance at me with loving eyes. He made me feel desired, in the best possible way. Alex would always put my pleasure before his, and I was his, in every sense of the word.

"Come for me, Eileen."

My body complied as soon as the words left his lips. Soon he was on top of me, building me up yet again.

"You... You surprise me Moretti," I said, trying to suppress my moans so we wouldn't wake up Luke and Angie. Alex smiled, taking my hands in his and pinning them up and over my head.

"It shouldn't," he whispered. "You know I only want to make you feel good."

I kissed him once again and we made love until we heard movement outside in the hallway. I would never stop craving his touch. He'd become a vital part of my life, a part that I was never going to give up. Not only did I feel like I was worth everything to him, he proved it to me every day.